A Felt Sense of The Edge
When the barometer drops
My body and brain have already felt it
Like approaching an event horizon
My psyche is stretched and pulled
My feet fall far away
My middle pulled thin
My head hurled upward
I have no poles to keep me upright
Just a blob of wobble
Until I am sucked away from my reality
I hope I end up somewhere exciting
Or anywhere at all
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